Demons or no demons, middle school is a pretty freaky place. That’s why, every week, we’re sharing real stories from real girls who have been there, done that, and lived to tell the tale.
by Aimee Thomas
In PE class, I accidentally hit the toughest girl in my grade (the one who looked like she’d been in my grade for three grades), with a soccer ball. She cornered me against the lockers afterward and threatened to beat me up.
I believed her. I cried. I surrounded myself with people—witnesses—for weeks afterwards…just in case.
Months later, the same girl approached my group of friends. She said, “We need to talk.” I felt like I was walking to my death leaving my group. She pulled me to an out-of-the-way spot and told me I had had my period. And stained my shorts. I didn’t believe her. I thought she made it up to embarrass me. She didn’t.
She was the only one who told me. And then she walked away like she hadn’t done anything at all.
But when he tried to kiss me, I suggested we race.
And then I ran—back from the trail in the woods to the camp.
I’d never kissed anyone before.
I wasn’t ready. He wasn’t the one.
She said I stuffed my bra.
That I’d stuffed it with an entire roll of toilet paper.
And I thought how ridiculous the shape of a toilet paper roll would look under my shirt—how un-boob-like. Then thought if I used an entire roll and was still this flat, I would have been concave to begin with.
But in middle school, denial isn’t a terribly effective option.
So the rumor spread.
Aimee Thomas is an actor, writer, and Luddite based in Austin, Texas. She has appeared in a number of short films and web series, including #Zombies: Followers of the Dead, Joe Nicolosi’s much-lauded SXSW 2010 Midnight Bumper, and our own Mark Gardner’s award-winning web series, Cell. Catch up with her on Twitter and on her blog, Actor Aimee.
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